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Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I caunot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is hebecome a man: heswore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging:and how you may be converted, Iknownot;but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do. Beat. Whatpace is this, that thy tongue keeps? Murg. Not a false gallop.

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Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

Verg. Yes, intruth it is, sir.

Leon. What is it, my good friends?

Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows.

Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I. Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges.

Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

Leon. Allthy tediousness on me! ha!

Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis: for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

Verg. And so am I.

Leon. I would fain know what you have to say.

Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.

Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; as they say, When the ageis in, the wit is out; God help

Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have indeed comprehended two auspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship. Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you. Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you well! Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger.

Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol; we are now to examination these men. Verg. And we must do it wisely. Dogb.We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's that [Touching his forehead.] shall drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol. [Exeunt.

ACTIV.

SCENE I.- The inside of a church.

Enter Don PEDRO, Don JOHN, LEONATO, Friar, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, HERO, and BEATRICE, etc. Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady? Claud. No.

Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come to marry her.

Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this

count?

Hero. I do.

Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.

Claud. Know you any, Hero?

Hero. None, my lord.

Friar. Know you any, count?

Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!

Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!

Claud. Stand thee by, friar. -Father, by your leave; Will you with free and unconstrained soul

Give me this maid, your daughter?

Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.
Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose worth
May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again.

Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankful

ness

There, Leonato, take her back again;

Give not this rotten orange to your friend;
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :
Behold, how like a maid she blushes here:
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!

Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,

us! it is a world to see!-Well said, i'faith, neighbour To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, Verges!-well, God's a good man; an two men ride of All you that see her, that she were a maid, a horse, one must ride behind; an honest soul, i'faith, By these exterior shows? But she is none: sir; by my troth heís, as ever broke bread: but, God She knows the heat of a luxurious bed:

is to be worshipped: all men are not alike; alas, good

neighbour!

Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

Leon. I must leave you.

Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
Leon. What do you mean, my lord?
Claud. Not to be married,

Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof,

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Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,

And made defeat of her virginity,-

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Claud. I know what you would say; if I have known Smother her spirits up.

No, Leonato,

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I never tempted her with word too large;

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd

Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?

Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it:

You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

As chaste as is the bud, ere it be blown;

But you are more intemperate in your blood,
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals,

That rage in savage sensuality.

Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?

D. Pedro. What should I speak?

I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about

To link my dear friend to a common stale.

Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream?
D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are

[Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio.

Bene. How doth the lady?

Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle;

Hero! why, ,Hero!-Uncle!-signior

Benedick;-friar!

Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand!

Death is the fairest cover for her shame,

That may be wish'd for.

Beat. How now, cousin Hero?

Friar. Have comfort, lady!

Leon. Dost thou look up?

Friar. Yea: wherefore should she not?

Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing
Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood?-
Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine eyes!
For, did I think thou would'st not quickly die,
Thought I, thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame?
O, one too much by thee! Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy,
I might have said, No part of it is mine,
This shame derives itself from unknown loins?
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,

Claud. Let me but move one question to your And mine that I was proud on; mine so much,

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true.

Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

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Hero. True, O God!

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Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother?
Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own?

Leon. All this is so; but what of this, mylord?

daughter;

That I myself was to myself not mine,

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And, by that fatherly and kindly power

Valuing of her; why, she-O, she is fallen

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That you have in her, bid her answer truly.

Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;
And salt too little, which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

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Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.
Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset!-

What kind of catechizing call you this?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name.
Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name

With any just reproach?

Claud. Marry, that can Hero;
Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

What man was hetalk'd with you yesternight
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord.
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. - Leonato,
I am sorry you must hear: upon mine honour,
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count,
Did şee her, hear her, at that hour last night,
Talk with aruffian at her chamber-window;
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain,
Confess'd the vile encounters, they have had
A thousand times in secret.

D. John. Fye, fye! they are
Not to be nam'd, mylord, not to be spoke of; *
There is not chastity enough in language,
Without offence, to utter them: thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart!
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.

Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
[Hero swoons.

Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore sink you
down?

Bene. Sir, sir, be patient!

For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
I know not what to say.

Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied!
Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?
Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night,
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.

Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made,
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron!
Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie?
Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die!
Friar. Hear me a little;

For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'da fire,
To burn the errors, that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth. - Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenour of my book: trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error!

Leon. Friar, it cannot be :

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left,
Is, that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury; she not denies it:
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That, which appears in proper nakedness?
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of?

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know none: Assecretly, and justly, as your soul
If I know more of any man alive,

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy:-0, my father,
Prove you, that any man with me convers'd
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight

Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!

Friar. There is some strange misprision in the

princes.

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour;
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,

The practice of it lives in John the bastard,

Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

Leon. I know not: if they speak but truth ofher,
These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
The proudest of them shall well hear of it.

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Norage so eat up my invention,

Nor fortune made such havock of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.

Friar. Pause a while,

And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Your daughter here the princes left for dead;
Let her awhile be secretly keptin,

And publish it, that she is dead indeed:
Maintain a mourning ostentation;
And on your family's old monument

Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites,

That appertain unto a burial

Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do?
Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf
Changeslander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She, dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Of everyhearer. For it so falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but, being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear, she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,

More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn,

(If ever love had interest in his liver,)

And wish, he had not so accused her;

No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape,
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
(As best befits her wounded reputation,)
In some reclusive and religions life,

Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Bene. Signior Leonato, lete friar advise you:
And though, you know, my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

Should with your body.

Leon. Being that I flow in grief,

The smallest twine may lead me.

Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away!

Forto strangesores strangely they strain the cure.

Come, lady, dieto live: this weddi

wedding day,

Perhaps,is but prolong'd;have patience, and endure!
[Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Bene. I will not desire that.

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.

Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wrong'd.
Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me,

that wouid right her!

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?
Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.
Bene. May a man do it?

Beat. It is a man's office, but not your's.

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you;

Is not that strange?

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say, Iloved nothing so well as you; but believe me not; aud yet I lie not: I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing.-I am sorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that says, Ilove not you.

Beat. Will you not eat your word?

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: I pro

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Beat. You dare casier be friends with me, than fight

with mine enemy.

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured, mykinswoman? -0, that I were a man!-What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated ranconr,O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice;

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window? a proper saying!

Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice;

Beat. Sweet Hero! she is wronged, she is slandered,

she is undone.

Bene. Beat

Beat. Princes, and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too:

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he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells alie, and swears it:-I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand, I love thee. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you! By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account! As you hear of me, so think of me! Go, comfort your cousin! I must say, she is dead; and so, farewell!

SCENE II.-A Prison.

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Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns; and suspect my years? O, that he were here to write me
the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO.
Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared?

Make
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Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
Verg. Let them be in the hands.
Con. Of, coxcomb!
Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton? let him
write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.-
Come, bind them!-Thou naughty varlet!
Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass!
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not

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Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton!

Sexton. Which be the malefactors?

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down-an ass!-but, masters remember, that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass! -No, thou villain, thou art full of
piety, as shall be proved upon thee hy good witness. I
am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and,
which is more, a householder; and which is more, as
pretty a piece of flesh, as any is in Messina; and one that
knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to;
and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath
two gowns, and every thing handsome about him. -
Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down - an

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Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.-Your's, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade.Masters, do you serve God?

Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve God: -and write God first; for God defend but God should gobefores before such villains! - Masters, it is proved already,

that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves?

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him. Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought, you

are false knaves.

Bora. Sir, 1 say to you, we are none.

Dogb. Well, stand aside.-'Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you writ down-that they are none? Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine; you must call forth the watch, that are their

accusers.

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way!-Let the watch come forth! - Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men!

1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prin-
ce's brother, was a villain.

Dogh. Write down-prince John a villain! - Why
this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother - villain.
Bora. Master constable, -

ass!

Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace! I do not like thy
look, I promise thee.

Sexton. What heard you him say else?

2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand
ducats of Don John, for accusing lady Hero wrongfully.
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is!

Sexton. What else, fellow?

ACT V.

SCENE I. -Before Leonato's house. Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.

[Exeunt.

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Against yourself.

Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd likemine, And bid him speak of patience;

1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his
words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly,
and not marry her.

Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into ever-
lasting redemption for this.

Sexton. What else?

Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard,
Cry-sorrow, wag! andhem, when he should groan,
Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters: bring him yet to mo,
And I of him will gather patience.

But there is no such man: for, brother, men
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief,
Which they themselves not feel; but, tastingit,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ach with air, and agony with words:
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those, that wring under the load of sorrow;

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

To be so moral, when he shall endure

The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Ant. Therein domen from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace! I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet hilosopher,

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently:
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:

Make those, that do offend you, suffer too!

Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do so:

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied;

And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,

And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO.

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.

D Pedro. Good den, good den!

Claud. Good day to both of you!

Leon. Hear you, my lords,

D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.

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Leon. Some haste, my lord!-well, fare you well, my Or some of us will smart for it. lord!

Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one.

D. Pedro. Nay do not quarrel with us, good old man.

Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling,

Some of us would lie low.

Claud. Who wrongs him?

[Exeunt Leonato and Antonio.

Enter BENEDICK.

D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went to seek.

Claud. Now, signior! whatnews?

Bene. Good day, my lord.

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior! You are almost come

Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou:- to part almost a fray.

Leon. Marry,

Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

I fear thee not.

Claud. Wehad like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men withont teeth.

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In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: whatthink'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me! Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came

I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

to seek you both.

As, under privilege of age, to brag

What I have done being young, or what would do,

Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head,

Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are highproof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit?

Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me,

Bene. It is in my scabbard: shall I draw it?

That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days

Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. - I will bid thee draw, as we do

I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child;

the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us!

Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, D. Pedro. As I am an honestman, he looks pale!

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Ant. Content yourself! God knows, Ilov'd my niece; head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most cuAnd she is dead, slander'd to death by villains,

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D. Pedro. I'll tell thee, how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said, thou hadstafinewit; True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one. Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts no body: Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay, said I, he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he on forswore Tuesday morning, there'sa double tongue: there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues ; yet,

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